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THEY TALKED ALL THE WAY to the airport, neither one saying anything of importance. As they approached the airlines outside check-in, Jim just said: “Drop me off at the curb. It’s hard enough to leave as it is.”
“Okay, if you’ll finish your work in Texas as soon as possible and hurry home.”
“I promise.”
Retrieving his bag from the trunk, he made a quick check on the rifle. It was still well covered and he closed the trunk. He waved as Peggy drove away. It then hit him he was truly in love with her. He slowly approached the Delta counter where the older woman at the desk asked: “Where to today, sir?”
“California.”
“San Diego, Los Angeles or San Francisco?”
“Which one leaves next?”
“That would be Flight 192 to Los Angeles. It has one stop over in Dallas.”
“No direct flights?”
“That’s correct, sir. The San Francisco flight is direct and it leaves at noon.”
“I’ll take it then.”
“How will you pay, sir?”
“Cash, I think. How much is it?”
“One way, or round trip?”
“One way.”
“Five hundred and forty dollars.”
“I’ll pay cash.”
That night was Jim’s first to see the sun set on the Pacific Ocean.
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